Don't write me no more letters
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My mailbox is full of bombs
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Between you and the kooks on my block
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I don't remember the good times
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I wasn't there and you were kind
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And my wife has some dogs in our yard
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And I cannot hold a candle for every pretty girl
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We were strangers many hours
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And I missed you for so long
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When we were lions, lovers in combat
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Faded like your name on those jeans that I burned
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But I am older now
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And we did it when we were young
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I am older now
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And we did it when we were young
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There are no reasons to believe
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I buried my faith on the block
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With your heart and your clothes
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When I find
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I don't feel you or recall
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I'll put your bones out in the yard
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Someone else to be called and called by
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And I cannot hold a candle for every pretty girl
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We were strangers many hours
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And I missed you for so long
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When we were lions, lovers in combat
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Faded like your name on those jeans that I burned
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But I am older now
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And we did it when we were young
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I am older now
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And we did it when we were young
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We Did It When We Were Young
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| The Gaslight Anthem |
